The setting sun has already disappeared behind the rooftops, and the sky begins to take on the colors of dusk. Under the afterglow of the sunset, the edges of the clouds are lined with a deep, dark red, appearing heavy and menacing.
Aoto's patrol area for tonight is located in the northwest corner of Edo, a district he is quite familiar with as it is part of his routine patrol route.
Under the veil of twilight, the "Three Times" from both the South and North Patrols weave through the streets and alleys of Edo, drawing the frequent attention of passersby.
Onlookers anxiously speculate: Has something major happened again, prompting the deployment of so many "Three Times" officials...?
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At this moment——
Inside a certain room at the Foreign Language Research Institute in Edo——
Katsu Rintarō straightened up from the desk laden with books, yawning widely as he stretched.
"Ha... Ah... Hm?"
Halfway through his yawn, his remaining sigh turned into one of surprise.
